Yasuo glanced at Fang Yu who was unconscious, and sighed lightly, but Fang Yu couldn't hear it at this time, and he didn't know that Ruiwen was fighting with Leona to the death, fighting against a god with the strength of a mortal.

On the battlefield at this time, it was a different scene.

Zhao Xin carried a silver-white spear in his hand, a silver-white armor spread proudly in the wind, and behind him were tens of thousands of Demacia soldiers, each soldier's body was mottled with bloodstains, and their blood vessels had been exploded, and in exchange for a moment of great power.

They stared at the Noxian soldiers in front of them, although the Noxian soldiers were tall and fierce, but they were stared at by this Zhong's resolute and sad gaze, but they unconsciously had a trace of fear from the bottom of their hearts.

They are dead anyway, but they still have a chance to live, this is the thought of every Noxian soldier, no one is willing to give their lives for a dying man, although they don't care too much about their lives, but no one wants to make a loss-making deal.

The battlefield was stalemate for a while, Jiawen and the others moved, and the strength of several people could barely fly in the air, and they stumbled in the air and ran into the distance, and that direction was the direction of Demacia.

"Give me back," the Commander of the Strategists sneered at the corner of his mouth, and three or four huge hands covering the sky instantly stretched out from behind his back, grabbing them fiercely into the distance, the giant hands were fierce, giving people an unstoppable feeling, but when they swept over the tens of thousands of Demacian soldiers, they were scattered by an invisible energy.

"I really didn't expect your rabble to be so strong before they died," the face of the strategist commander was not worried, but a faint look of excitement appeared, the first time he encountered such a thing, a group of soldiers around the third stage was able to confront his own strength.

"You'll never understand, this is the spirit that Noxus will never have," Zhao Xin moved, as if he was on a horse, the spear in his hand crossed countless poignant arcs in the air, just as the so-called little cold light came first, and then the gun entered and exited the dragon.

The strategist commander was just a cold light in front of his eyes, randomly, the sharp tip of the spear appeared in front of his eyes, and the distance between him and Zhao Xin was at least one mile, but such a long distance actually made Zhao Xin teleport over in a few tenths of a second, indeed, it can be defined as teleportation, because Zhao Xin's speed is too fast.

"Hmph," the strategist commander snorted coldly, the spear head seemed to be blocked by an invisible force, and even the surrounding air was instantly stagnant, and it could be clearly seen that the spear head began to bend, and then, Zhao Xin's figure appeared behind the spear, and the barrel of the spear at this time had been bent into the shape of a bow, Zhao Xin grabbed the spear, and at this time, Zhao Xin felt the invisible obstacles around him, and even things were squeezing Zhao Xin.

The strength of the strategist commander is really extraordinary, Zhao Xinzhong is slightly relieved, the current self is the strongest self, but he still can't hurt the strategist leader, could it be that the strategist commander is actually a master of the ninth stage?

Zhao Xin was originally a seventh-order, and the strength of the sixth stage was just the surface of Zhao Xin, it was just Zhao Xin's disguise, but at this time, Zhao Xin's strength had reached the peak of the seventh stage, and he couldn't even hurt a trace of the strategist leader's skin, if the strategist commander was an eighth-stage master, then he would definitely not be able to do it, so the strategist commander was definitely a demigod of the ninth stage.

The ninth stage is a demigod, similar to Ruiz and Ize, but Zhao Xin really doesn't believe that the strategist commander in front of him is also a master of the ninth stage, which is really impossible, but the corner of the strategist leader's mouth still has that smile, as if mocking Zhao Xin's self-indulgence.

"Thirty-three dragon claw strikes," Zhao Xin's anger rose suddenly, this is Zhao Xin's mastery, Zhao Xin practiced his marksmanship under the waterfall, and saw a giant dragon stop above the waterfall, the young Zhao Xin felt curious at the time, carefully observed the dragon's every move, and finally, finally integrated it into his own marksmanship, this set of marksmanship has thirty-three paragraphs, like a tide, one paragraph after another, the next paragraph is a continuation of the previous paragraph, and, the power of the stone began to superimpose layer by layer, to the thirty-third paragraph, the power can almost penetrate the space of the fantasy world。

Zhao Xin's gun is like a swimming dragon, the range of this set of marksmanship is extremely wide, directly pulling all the generals of Noxus into their range, they also have to passively withstand Zhao Xin's attack, the poisoner's face changed slightly, his talent in combat is not high, but, he likes poison, so his time has been invested in the production of poison, and now he is just a fourth-stage martial artist, and in the face of Zhao Xin's mastery at the peak of the seventh stage, he may even be killed in seconds.

The strategist commander turned his head to look at the poison master, and three crows conjured out from the strategist's shoulders and flew into the poison master's body, a layer of black gas appeared on the surface of the poison master's body, and those vertical and horizontal swords were completely blocked out of the black gas, although the rest of the black gas was also constantly dissipating, but at least it could protect the poison master for a while.

The great black wings of the Strategist Commander vanished, his gaze clouded with the shadow of a spear in all directions, and the crutches in his hand kept glowing red to block the slowly expanding shadow of the spear.

Zhao Xin's offensive is like a tide, and the strategist commander is like a stubborn stone in the tide, all the water that flows through this stubborn stone, without exception, separates to both sides, although a drop of water can penetrate the stone, but it is not a day's work.

Zhao Xin's body and mind were already immersed in that kind of feeling, he was not relying on his own consciousness to wave the spear, on the contrary, it was done at will, each of his shots was in line with the Heavenly Dao, and one after another dragon qi rushed out from the tip of Zhao Xin's spear, and the little divine dragon swirled in the air.

Zhao Xin's marksmanship is wide open and close, but the subtleties are incomparably delicate, the fast place is like the same clouds and flowing water, and the slow place gives people a feeling of slow work, Zhao Xin's marksmanship even caused a change in the sky, and the black and oppressive dark clouds are being deposited, which faintly has the breath of thunder.

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The soldiers on both sides are fighting, and at this time, the disciples of the robbery are no longer taken seriously by anyone, because everyone knows that the robbery is not here at all, he has left, and I think about it, how smart is the mind of the robbery, why should he stay to fight a battle to the death, the robbery disciples also understand in their hearts that the robbery has abandoned them, and this battle caused by the robbery will not fail because of the destruction of the robbery, on the contrary, the robbery is just a supporting role here, a supporting role that will be remembered by people.

The disciples of the robbery have lost the desire to fight, at the beginning, they still had the illusion that the robbery would not give up on them, and would definitely stand up when they were most in danger, but they were wrong, until now, no one has seen the shadow of the robbery, yes, it should be the shadow of the robbery, because there is always a mask on the face of the robbery, no one knows what the robbery originally looked like, perhaps, someone knows, the Shadow Island, and the robbery itself.

The Dao Robbery disciples silently retreated into the small world of the Dao Robbery, here, and their families, they just wanted to spend the last few minutes with their families, even if it was only a few minutes, they could only take one more look at their families.

Similarly, the soldiers on both sides did not have time to focus on their own movements, the current Demacian soldiers were like wolves who had not eaten for a few days and nights, and their eyes were extremely bloodthirsty, even the Noxian soldiers who regarded human life as grass were cold, they were almost not human, even if they were pierced by a sword, they had to struggle to get up and give each other a sword, this group of soldiers, it was almost worth ten with one.

What's even more terrifying is that they still know teamwork, it stands to reason that they should have lost their human consciousness long ago when they are so crazy, but their will is extremely clear, they know how to inflict the most damage on the soldiers of Noxus, then, even if they let themselves die, they will do it mercilessly.

There was such a scene just now, dozens of Demacian soldiers surrounded a Demacian soldier, and the Demacian soldier's hands exuded a fierce white fighting spirit, anyone could see that these dozens of Demacian soldiers were supplying energy to that Demacian soldier, perhaps, that Demacian soldier had a move that could cause more powerful damage than these eleven people.

The bodies of the dozens of Demacian soldiers gradually dried up, but their power was even greater, and the Noxian soldiers did not dare to move forward in the face of the Demacian soldiers who had become thin and human, and the thin Demacian soldiers were killed by the energy of the Demacian soldiers.

This circle of people fell, but the most central Demacian soldier slowly stood up, his hands emitted a devastating white light, the light spread out in all directions, as long as the Noxian soldier who was touched by the white light, it was as if half purified, the whole body instantly sunken down, the armor on his body fell directly to the ground, and the body had turned into ashes.

Just this one person, plus the dozens of Demacian soldiers who delivered energy, caused the death of nearly two hundred Noxian soldiers, this is the soldiers of Demacia, the morale of Noxus has been extremely low, and the morale of the Demacian soldiers has risen, they all know that even if they go back alive, they are just a waste, they are warriors, and it is better for them to kill them if they can't enter the battlefield again, so they have no fear of death now.

There is no fear of death, so the soldiers of Demacia don't care about their own death at all, they are like wolves on the battlefield, the soldiers of Noxus are retreating, and Zhao Xin, like a sharp knife, pierced the heart of the enemy.

Zhao Xin's marksmanship was stacked layer by layer, and by the thirtieth layer, the strategist commander was almost unable to support it, the crutches in his hand were red and bright, and the phantom of the gods and demons appeared behind him, and a black shadow appeared, Zhao Xin's attack was obviously stagnant, but it was only for a moment, Zhao Xin once again made the offensive fierce.

On the thirty-first floor, the black shadows of countless crows slowly rose behind the black shadows, each crow flew towards Zhao Xin without fear of death, and Zhao Xin's body was instantly wrapped by these countless crows, but Zhao Xin's marksmanship was like a crescent moon, and the guns flashed out one after another, and the group of crows disappeared like foam.

"The power of gods and demons, open it for me," the strategist commander had already felt the pressure like a tide, even he had a feeling of being unbearable, he chanted loudly, and the space in front of Zhao Xin suddenly cracked countless cracks, each crack looked so terrifying, like a human face, it was staring at Zhao Xin, as if it wanted to see through Zhao Xin's heart.

Zhao Xin's heart was suddenly shocked by this face, and Zhao Xin saw countless on this face, and saw that the young self was holding a spear taller than himself in his hand, waving it one by one, and beside him, there was a tall figure standing, it was his father, his father was teaching him to practice guns.

"Gun, to move like a rabbit, like a dragon, thorns, if a sharp cone, the gun is practiced is an indomitable momentum, if you want to reach the highest level, you can't be afraid, a shot out, the world is broken, there can be no concern in the heart, this gun, it represents everything that is detached," the father's words sounded in Zhao Xin's ears, Zhao Xin's eyes were hot, father, his father.

"Beyond everything, there is nothing you fear, come, come to me," the father pointed to Zhao Xin's heart, but the young Zhao Xin looked at his father in fear.

"Come to me, you can't kill me, all I want is that indomitable momentum," the imaginary father shouted at himself, pointing to his heart.

"A little cold came first, and then the gun went in and out of the dragon," Zhao Xin's spear pierced the illusion alive, and the tip of his spear was facing his father's heart.

"With a gun, it is necessary to have an indomitable momentum, the gun is not sharp, the sharp is the indomitable momentum!"

"Unstoppable," Zhao Xin understood, the only remaining blood in his body began to burn, and these blood made it possible for Zhao Xin to become an ordinary person, but at this time, it was different, Zhao Xin burned the only remaining blood in his body, so that this shot simply had the power of breaking the sky.

Zhao Xin's last three shots were thrown out almost instantly, and suddenly, even the heavens and the earth began to shake, and a bright moon fell in the sky, the spear seemed to be the embodiment of the moon, Zhao Xin's hands let go of the spear weakly, his eyes fluttered, and his robe moved with the wind.

Even the earth is roaring for Zhao Xin, these three shots have consumed all of Zhao Xin's vitality, the spear is like a life, shuttling in the air, the three shots have been released, and the heavens and the earth are shaking.

"Father, what is the highest level of a gun?" the young Zhao Xin asked his father timidly.

"The highest level of the gun is that when a gun is shot, the heavens and the earth shake, which means that the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth agrees with your marksmanship," my father said slowly, looking at the starry sky.

"What realm has my father reached?" said the young Zhao Xin.

"I'm still far from that realm, I have concerns in my heart, I have never had the momentum of going forward and giving up on me," his father sighed, and put his big hand on Zhao Xin's head.

"Father, I must reach that realm in the future," the young Zhao Xin said solemnly as if he had promised.

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"Father, I have finally reached that realm now, a shot comes out, the heavens and the earth are split," Zhao Xin's mouth had a smile of relief, this shot, just like the eternal flood, opened the world, everywhere it went, everything turned into ashes, this shot, directly affected tens of thousands of Noxian soldiers, but none of the Demacian soldiers were injured.

Do whatever you want, this is Zhao Xin's current realm, he has finally arrived, his father has been poor all his life, and he has struggled for thirty years, and now, he has finally reached this realm, the heavens and the earth are split.

The strategist commander now finally felt the danger of death, and there were countless gun shadows flickering around him, each shot represented the indomitable momentum, and the strategist commander was secretly frightened, was this really a person with only the strength of the seventh stage to exert it, and it actually caused damage to him, a pseudo-ninth stage.

At this time, the strategist commander could not care about anything else, he threw out the cane in his hand, stretched out his hands, and chanted in a low voice.

"Wandering demon gods, your most faithful servants are calling you, please give me powerful divine power to help me block the righteousness before me," the call of the Commander of the Strategists was like a breeze in the night, and this breeze drifted through the night.

The whisper of the gods and demons sounded faintly, and then, a huge demon shadow appeared here, its gaze was also indifferent, and there was a hint of surprise.

He saw the three shots that Zhao Xin had swung out at the end of his life, these three shots were almost beyond the range of mortals, and even he had to pay a certain price to stop them.

"I want your lifespan, ten years," a black-purple flame rose from behind the shadow, and the flame beat more and more, and he said without a trace of emotion.

"Okay," the strategist gritted his teeth, ten years is ten years, and it's a big deal that he will trade back from someone else later.

The god and demon stretched out a finger, and blood was still dripping from the finger, and this drop of blood slowly gathered and fell from the fingertip, and that drop of blood fell towards the ground, and the moment it fell to the ground, everything around it was as if it was frozen in ice.

The blood of the warriors stayed in the air, randomly, covered with a layer of hard ice slag, and the vertical and horizontal gun qi was also frozen, forming pieces of beautiful ice sculptures.

Not even the greatest artists could have designed such a perfect ice sculpture, but at this time, this perfect and flawless work of art was born under this drop of blood.

Then, the demon god opened his mouth, and a powerful suction burst out of his mouth, and it could be faintly seen that in his mouth, there were countless people struggling, he opened his mouth, and the frozen spear qi was sucked into his mouth, and then, those spear qi disappeared, and nothing erupted in his mouth.

The drop of blood moved, it all dripped on the ground, like a clock, and suddenly, the ice quickly faded, as fast as if nothing had happened just now, those people could move again, and the blood in the air flew to the ground, and the strategist commander had a distressed expression on his face.

Ten years of life is also unwilling for him to give up, but at that time, he must give up, otherwise the peerless gun qi will also seriously injure him, he is not willing to be seriously injured, he would rather live for ten years as the price, for him, life is at least exchangeable with others.

For him, he is the Dark Emissary, of course, this is his identity back then, but now he still has the power to sign a contract with others, he can make a contract with ordinary people, and the price is their lifespan.

Of course, these lifespans do not increase his lifespan for him, but only make up for what he has lost.

At this moment, a burst of pale cyan light erupted in the air, and that light was equally powerful, even more powerful than Zhao Xin's last three shots, but it quickly dissipated, and with it, a round of sun slowly rose.

A broken sword fell from the air to the ground, making a crisp sound, and then, the broken sword turned into countless fragments, which can no longer be called a broken sword, but should be called a broken sword.

Leona appeared in the air like a god, but it could be seen that the armor on her body was also broken in many places, and there were even a lot of blood stains on her body, and there was a trace of exhaustion on her face.

"Raven is defeated," the poisoner was unscathed, "the expected defeat, but it's not a shame that she's done so much damage to a god, and it's really not a shame that I've cultivated him for so long." ”

"What about Draven?" asked the Strategist Commander.

"He's already running away when he saw that the situation was not good," said the poison man, as if without a hint of discomfort.

"Hmph, what a scum, one day, I will kill him with my own hands," a trace of blood spilled from the corner of the Commander of the Strategist's mouth, he was deprived of ten years of life in an instant, but there was no injury in his body.

"Zhao Xin," Leona saw Zhao Xin fluttering in the wind, stretched out her hand, and Zhao Xin flew over like a dandelion, but the sun shone on Zhao Xin's body, randomly, Leona shook her head.

Zhao Xin's body has no vitality, none of the muscles and veins in his body are intact, and he has no consciousness now, so to speak, he is already a dead man.

"Let you be wiped out in the sun, you will definitely be able to live forever in the sun" Leona said softly, the sunlight suddenly became dazzling, Zhao Xin's body gradually disappeared, and slowly dissipated into ashes in the sunlight.

"Now prepare ye to receive God's judgment on you, sinners!"